Dead.
They were dead.
Their voices and laughs still echoed in my ears and I can't believe I won't be able to hear them again.
They died just in front of me.
I couldn't do anything to save them.
No emotions erupted in my heart and no tears came in my eyes.
The shock is sudden, it's one of those things that hits when you are alone.
"Brotherr!!"
Sophia cried out loud.
"Why didn't you save him? You said you would save him! Why didn't you save my brother, Hero king!?"
Her screams cut deep, deeper than any blade.
And her questions? They hit right where it hurts.
The people who were joking were silent now. The Alien King died. The strongest Hero died.
And not just normal death, their heads were popped by Malthus. As if he was opening a Can.
I wasn't angry.
But I was feeling something else entirely.
It's something I haven't felt in a while.
I only felt it on Earth after my grandma had died.
I chose comedy to fulfil my grandma's dream but that wasn't the only reason.
